Check the Rhyme

Oh shit, I’m back with the raps that weigh split
Homie, what’s the haps? I attack the king bitch
Rollin' with my team, spliff, when I spit I seem sick
Snatchin' pinky rings like it ain’t no fuckin' thing
May I have some nicotine and a Vailima lager?
Shot of Cognac and I bring the rhyme back
Like I never took it in the first place
The worst dates to see me? Any day of the week
I’m rappin', you can’t sweat the technique
Clench your buttcheeks like a prison slut when I rip it
Don’t front it like you Busta Rhymes, can barely bust a nut
Focus, little brother, you might be my child
If you really wanna rap, you should bite my style
When I’m about to lace your, don’t touch that
Pedal the block but riddle me not
Average cannabis burnin' academic, they call it savage
It’s resurrected like Lazarus, flow perfected, I’m hazardous
Cancer to anybody pro’lly Poly, bet I rock a party with a ghetto shawty on my
side
What up, ma? I could do you like a pro, make you shiver in your toes too
Really, I suppose I’m twice, nice the voes
Me but still benign, motherfucker, check the rhyme
I go hard in this game, bitch, no contraceptive
Never follow guidelines, fuck it, I be reckless
And I’m walkin' in my own shoes, eatin' in my own food
Man, I got my own roof, you can’t tell me shit
I’m the man in this peace, that’s right
Word to Q-Tip, Ali and the big homie Phife, rest in peace
To the five-foot assassin, the funky diabetic, rest in peace, my uso
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